Fourth season! They've done it! Like Vivaldi on acid or Mozart on amphetamines, the Ludwigs have come full circle. This latest instalment is full of dead leaves, peat and the smell of spraying. Soil music, stormy rhythms, hurricanes of notes and, in the end, a fourth album. There's a tribute to the human god, Emperor of France, a grandiose apprentice dictator who managed to spoil the country like no other (Jupiter Imperator), and another tribute to another destroyer, but this one much funkier (Do the Godzilla). William Kramps is back for a hunting comeback, a song for drunken punks, another about space boomers, a few kind words for Sigmund Freud, without whom none of this would have been possible, a guide to heaven and the revelation that the hippie invasion was imminent. 14 tracks to conclude four seasons of madness, with the anthem that will mark the planet by its beauty, its harmonious harmony and its obviousness: Tous le monde, il aime les Ludwig. A song about which BHL had some kind words to say: if I wasn't already God, the Ludwigs could have been the inventors of music.